Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Locked.
“He’s right, you know,” Raphael called from his front porch.
“Why?” I asked. “The kid’s a nuisance, nothing else.”
Raphael shook his head.
“Boy’s got a hot temper,” he explained. “I’ve been watching him. The way he acts around his parents. The dad’s just like him. The mom the same to some degree. Neither parent really gives a shit when it comes to the kid, but he gets what he wants, meaning he’s an entitled little fucker that thinks he should always get what he wants.”
I shrugged.
“So,” I said. “There’s a lot of that out there.”
And there was.
That kid was not an exception.
I also didn’t really want to think about it right now.
My head was not in the right headspace to deal with the kid’s shit.
My daughter was pregnant.
My ex-wife was blaming it on me.
My new girlfriend was married.
And that wasn’t even mentioning the fuck-tastic day I’d had, ending with fucking explosions.
This was a clusterfuck of mass proportions.
No, definitely not in the best of headspaces, that was for sure.
“I’ll keep that in mind,” when Raphael still didn’t say anything.
Raphael shrugged.
“Night,” I muttered.
Raphael gave me a chin lift, then got up and went inside, leaving me alone with my thoughts once again, and what I was thinking really wasn’t good.
In fact, I would consider myself not very good company at the moment.
Did that stop me from using my key and walking into Aspen’s house?
Fuck no.
The sound of the shower running was the first thing that caught my attention, followed shortly by the pizza boxes that were still half filled.
I contemplated grabbing a piece, but the air from the ceiling fan wafted the smell of smoke up to my nose, and I sighed.
Turning around to close the blinds, I stripped my clothes off in the entranceway, dropping them into Aspen’s laundry room on the way past.
I could hear the shower running, and my body itched to be clean, so faster than I would’ve normally gone, I walked into the bathroom, and froze solid at the sight before me.
It occurred to me that Aspen would be in the shower.
What didn’t occur to me was that she’d be using the dildo we’d made of my cock.
She had it in her mouth, and while I watched, she took it out, let it trail down her wet body, and found her sweet heat in the next breath.
My mouth dropped open as my dick instantly hardened.
“What…” my voice cracked. Clearing my throat, I tried again. “What are you doing?”
She grinned.
“Warming up your shower,” she replied seductively, pushing the glass of her shower door open and revealing herself even more. “Get in.”
Her eyes went to my dick, which, by this point, was so hard it was pointing slightly up and to the left. Facing exactly where it wanted to go.
To her.
Grinning and thinking that I had a perfect woman on my hands, I got in.
She stepped back, used some sort of suction cup device from the side of the shower to attach the dildo to the wall, then picked up the soap.
“You’re a dirty boy,” she whispered, her hands reaching out for me.
I stepped into her, my body shaking slightly as the warmth started to spread over my body.
Water sluiced down my chest, over my hard cock and down my legs.
Bending my head, I wet it down completely before leaning back and letting Aspen take care of me.
Starting with my hands, she massaged the soap into them, scrubbing them free of the dirt, grime, and other things that’d become caked on my hands.
Other things being Downy’s blood when the explosion had happened.
An explosion that I was surprised Aspen hadn’t asked me about the minute I’d walked in.
“What’d you do?” She asked. “Roll in the dirt?”
“Kind of,” I hedged.
If you counted stop, drop, and rolling as rolling in the dirt.
Which, technically, I guess it was.
I’d not done it out of enjoyment, but out of necessity. Mainly, my fucking clothes being on fire.
All thoughts of clothes, however, were gone the moment she moved to my chest, then further down to my legs.
She purposefully stayed away from my cock, her mouth hovering just a few inches away as she soaped up my legs, even going as far as to clean between my toes.
“Put me in your mouth,” I ordered as my dick strained to get closer to her.
She shook her head, and my hand moved towards her, stopping when it met the dildo that was still suctioned to the tile wall.
Then an idea struck me.
“Suction this down to the tub,” I ordered, handing the dildo and its holder to her. “And sit on it.”
Her eyes widened as she took my dick’s twin.
Then, in silence, she suctioned the fucker to the tub, lifted her hips high and positioned herself over it, then sank down slowly over the top of it.
And that’s when I became jealous over an inanimate object.